SHE TELLS ME EVERYTHING...

Badges? We don’t need no stinking badges!

Kacey finally got off the computer and went to the store to get more dog food so, I’m going to try to post my first blog before she gets back. Don’t ask me how a dog can type, it’s not easy and it’s not a graceful thing to watch. Sometimes we must sacrifice dignity for efficiency.  Speaking of “dignity,” yesterday while we were on our walk a lady said to Kacey, “What a cute dog, what breed is HE?”  Let me be clear on this; I am a female. I’m also proud to be a Rescue Dog and a MUTT.  I’ve never met a mutt I didn’t like and, I’ve rarely met a purebred of any “breed” with whom I’d be interested in having a martini.  Asking what breed I am reminded me of that scene in “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre” when the bandito says to Humphrey Bogart, “Badges? I don’t have to show you no stinkin’ badges!”  

I first met Kacey Jones when she came to visit the Utopia Animal Rescue Ranch in Texas in 1998. I was about a year and half old. I was one of the first dogs that Kinky Friedman, Cousin Nancy and Tony rescued when they first established the ranch. Legend has it, they rescued me and nine other pups about an hour before we were to be euthanized. Sure glad they showed up…and they’re still helping animals today, check’em out at: www.utopiarescue.com  There were about 60 dogs at the ranch when Kacey came to visit. She thinks she picked me but, actually, I picked her.  And it’s a good thing for her that I did, because shortly after she rescued me in Texas, I rescued her in Nashville.  Oh-oh, I just heard her key in the door…gotta sign off for now but click here to read the story of how I rescued Kacey: http://www.kaceyjones.com/peanutstory.htm